There is the rich quarter, with its houses of pink and white, andits crumbling, leafy terraces....There is the poorer quarter, its homes a deep blue.There is the market, where men are selling hats and swatting fliesLESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

On a snug evening I shall watch her fingers,Cleverly ringed, declining to clever pink,...Beg glory from the willing keys. Old hungersWill break their coffins, rise to eat and thank.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slantingIn diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag...Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hintinghere, there, interrupting, all deep and debonair,The pink paint on the innocence of fear;Walk in a gingerly manner up the hall.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

To tell you the truth, I'm relieved that the Van Ripers are not coming. He's telling the same jokes he told twenty years ago and s...he dyes her hair. I think it's a shrimp pink now.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »